I Write Stories

There once was a boy who was made of stone and lived in space. The surface of a meteorite swelled up, and after three days that swelling concave and he came into being. He was made of molten rock, and the cracks which appeared around his body, where lava shined through were gold. He had no purpose and tried his best to figure out why he came into existence. He decided to call himself Niya which meant gold in an ancient dialect he somehow knew. He was lonely, for he was the only one of his kind. He spent many years in maddening isolation, and in hopes of finding a friend Niya searched for life on other planets. It took him many years to find earth, and he was happy he found life on a planet, but when Niya tried to enter the atmosphere, he got burned. So he watched from afar as these creatures moved about their daily lives. He was fascinated by the way they interacted with one another. He was intrigued with their different cultures and exotic foods. Niya has never seen so many beings at one place, he was amazed. He tried communicating with the humans by making constellations in the sky but the humans were ignorant, they thought it was a natural phenomenon. He even drew a face on the moon but no one pay close attention. He continued to make constellations as he observed that the humans enjoyed them. Soon Niya began running out of space to create constellations. Being made from a meteor he wonder if earth ever got lonely. So one day he collected 8 planets to orbit the sun so earth would look less lonely, and he thought to himself how happy earth looked with 8 neighbors to keep him company. Niya wanted nothing more but to be acknowledged. He was starving for touch and dying for conversation. He couldn't handle the isolation anymore. So he hurdled himself towards earth. In a last ditch effort to be seen. The earths atmosphere was burning him up. He was dazzling and beautiful, a streak of gold light in the night sky and for once in his long sad life people noticed him. They lift their heads to the sky to admire the beauty unfolding. A star was falling. Niya had paid the ultimate price for acceptance, the atmosphere had burned him up until he was nothing left but star dust.